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of France and I have forfeited all that I had there.' Then the king gave him his right gauntlet, saying, ` I yield me to you.' There was a great press about the king, for every man enforced him to ,say, ` I have taken him,' so that the king could not go forward with his young son the lord Philip with him because of the press. The prince of Wales, who was courageous and cruel as a lion, took that day great pleasure to fight and to chase his enemies. The lord John Chandos, who was with him, of all that day never left him nor never took heed of taking of any prisoner then at the end of the battle he said to the prince : ` Sir, it were good that you'rested here and set your banner a-high in this bush, that your people may draw hither, for they be sore spread abroad, nor I can see no more banners nor pennons of the French party ; wherefore, sir, rest and refresh you, for ye be sore chafed.' Then the prince's banner was set up a-high on a bush, and trumpets and clarions began to sown. Then the prince did off his bassenet, and the knights for his body and they of his chamber were ready about him, and a red pavilion pight up, and then drink was brought forth to the prince and for such lords as were about him, the which still increased as they came from the chase : there they tarried and their prisoners with them. And when the two marshals were come to the prince, he demanded of them if they knew any tidings of the French king. They answered and said: ` Sir, we hear none of certainty, but we think verily he is outer dead or taken, for he is not gone out of the battles.' Then the prince said to the earl of Warwick and to sir Raynold Cobham : ` Sirs, I require you go forth and see what ye can know, that at your return ye may shew me the truth.' These two lords took their horses and departed from the prince and rode up a little hill to look about them : then they perceived a flock of men of arms coming together right wearily : 2 there was the French king afoot in great peril, for Englishmen and Gascons were his masters ; they had taken him from sir Denis Morbeke perforce, and such as were most of force said, ` I have taken him' ; ` Nay,' quoth another, ` I have taken t ' S'efforcoit de dire.' '2. "Lentement.' K him': so they strave which should have him. Then the French king, to eschew that peril, said : ` Sirs, strive not : lead me courteously, and my son, to my cousin the prince, and strive not for my taking, for I am so great a lord to make you all rich.' The king's words somewhat appeased them; howbeit ever as they went they made riot and brawled for the taking of the king. When the two foresaid lords saw and heard that noise and strife among them, they came to them and said: `Sirs, what is the matter that ye strive for?' `Sirs,' said one of them, ` it is for the French king, who is here taken prisoner, and there be more than ten knights and squires that challengeth the taking of him and of his son.' Then the two lords entered into the press and caused every man to draw aback, and commanded them in the prince's name on pain of their heads to make no more noise nor to approach the king no nearer, without they were commanded. Then every man gave room to the lords, and they alighted and did their reverence to the king, and so brought him and his son in peace and rest to the prince of Wales.


Of the gift that the prince gave to the lord Audley after the battle of Poitiers.

As soon as the earl of Warwick and the lord Cobham were departed from the prince, as ye have heard before, then the prince demanded of the knights that were about him for the lord Audley, if any knew anything of him. Some knights that were there answered and said : ` Sir, he is sore hurt and lieth in a litter here beside.' By my faith,' said the prince, 'of his hurts I am right sorry : go and know if he may be brought hither, or else I will go and see him thereas he is.' Then two knights came to the lord Audley and said: `Sir, the prince desireth greatly to see you, other ye must go to him or else he will come to you.' ` Ah, sir,' said th

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